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method man - mr. sandman lyrics

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this is
(mr. sandman bring me a good dream)
serious, the craziest d-da
(mr. sandman bring me a good dream)
day-da danger, dangerous style

lyrical shots from the glock
bust bullet holes on the chops
i want the number one spot
with the science, of a giant

new york defiant, brutal like domestic violence
silence of the lambs, occurred when i slammed in
foes grab their chairs
to be mad as ralph cramden

others come with sh-t, as silly as art carney
but my tetley triplies, more kids than barney
n-body must stress there’s three bags of sess
a d-mn i rest, playing chess, yes

my thoughts be sneaky like a crook from brooklyn
when you ain’t lookin’, i take the queen, with the rook then
i get vexed, layin’ phat trax on ampex
amorphous god, gettin’ drunk, off a triple x

violent time, i got more love than valentines
the violent mind, i blast with a silent nine

my hazardous thoughts to cut the mic’s life support short
brains get stained like tablecloths when i let off
powerful, poetry pushed past the point of no return
leavin’ mics with third degree burns

let me at ’em, i cramp your style like a spasm
track em through the mud then i bag ’em
we’re screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my b-lls
and i be raw, for four score plus seven more

i strike like a bowling ball, holding y’all hostage
like jail, electrifying the third rail
peep the smash on paragraphs of ruckus
wu-tang
(clan ain’t nuttin’ ta f-ck wit)

hot time, summer in the city
my people represent, get busy
the heat seeker, on a mission from h-ll’s kitchen
i gets in where i fits in for head touchin’, listen

enemy, is the industry got me flippin’
i don’t give a f-ck tell that b-tch and a n-gg-
i’m killin’, snipin’, catchin’ murder cases
desert stormin’, i be searchin’ for oasis

as i run a mile with a racist
pullin’ swords, hit the billboard with a bullet
peace to the number seven
everybody else get the fo’ nine three eleven

(mr. sandman bring me a good dream)
i don’t know what’s going on
if you can take us there

yo, watch me bang the headpiece there’s no survival
my flow lights up the block like a homicidal
murder, underground beef for the burger
p l o, criminal thoughts you never heard of

i switch, the city never sleeps, life’s a b-tch
i sh-t, runnin’ through b-tches like emmitt smith
caution, n-gg-z best to be careful crossin’
the street, before they end up layin’ in a coffin’

don’t sleep, n-gg-z tend to forget, however
peep this, my n-gg-, case lives forever

what evil lurks in the heart of men?
it be the shadow, street life, flowin’ again
i had a plot, scheme, that i knew for sure
only one kick would knock the hinges off the door

the jerk tried to jet, sabrina at his neck
thirteen pounds on the table plus a tec
just when i said, “where the f-ck’s the cream?”
another jerk came out the kitchen with the m 16

he tried to c-ck it, blast these shots like, rockets
crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket
my move for the table was swift, i got my hostage
(the n-gg- tried to stab you god)
but i dodged it

n-gg-z said, “carlton youse a ill motherf-cker”
’cause i made it look like they both killed each other
and i’m out
(mr. sandman bring me a good dream)
(mr. sandman bring me a good dream)

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